The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Welcome, Your Majesty, Your Majesty Dragon Rider General!" Thorin warmly received Kaslo who came.

"Hello, respected King of the Mountain! I am here to inform His Excellency Bahrain about the expedition rendezvous." Kaslo explained the purpose of his visit.

"Oh? You mean the expedition to Moria? Is King Roland ready?" Thorin thought for a second and then remembered this.

"Yes, my lord has assembled the army, and now we are waiting for Balin and the others." Kaslo pointed out that Roland was ready and sent the dwarves.

"They have been preparing for a long time, but they have been collecting dry food in the past few days. I sent someone to ask if they can set off." Thorin really didn't pay much attention to this aspect. He has already achieved the goal of becoming the king under the mountain. Regarding his own ambitions and wishes, although he agrees with the icing on the cake of recovering Moria, he is not eager. After all, the dwarf kingdom has once again stood on the Lonely Mountain. Even if Moria cannot be recovered, they still have a home to return to. So Thorin is very relaxed now.

"Thank you..." Kaslo nodded.

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"Oh! My beard! You, Knight of Kaslo, are here in person? This is such an honor for us!" Bahrain shouted as soon as he saw Kaslo.

A group of dwarves were shouting in confusion, and Kasluo's head suddenly got big. After all, the dwarves were proud to witness the greatest professional dragon knight in the world with their own eyes!

After finally appeasing the next group of dwarves, Kaslo finally had time to ask his question: "So... are you preparing to set off?"

Looking at the dwarf warriors in military uniforms hanging dried meat on their shields, carrying cheese chunks on the tips of their spears, and carrying large pieces of black bread on their backs, Kaslow couldn't help grinning, so he said these meat lumps were solid. Are you going to travel this trip?

"Yes! We spent a lot of effort preparing these dry foods! After all, it is not a good thing for a warrior to grieve his stomach. Fresh barley baked black bread! Excellent dwarf barbecue! It is so mellow without a drop of water. Dwarf plate feta cheese!" Bahrain enthusiastically introduced Kaslo.

"Um... If you and your men are ready, then go to meet us outside Rapid City. Our king has already sent his army out of the city this morning..." Kaslo had three sticks hanging on his head. Black Line, they clearly agreed to set off today, but these honest dwarves were still carefully organizing their rations.

"Oh! Dragon God! What is that?" Kaslo saw an eye-catching scene: a dwarf was actually carrying an oak barrel that was taller than himself. It sounded like it was filled with liquid. As for what it could hold? A dwarf wouldn't carry a bucket of water on his back.

"Ah! The best dwarf ale! This is the source and motivation of our strength! With it, the boys will be more motivated!" Balin said boldly.

"..." Kaslo suddenly considered whether he should give up this expedition. This group of dwarves looked very unreliable. Compared with the original image of Thorin as a dwarf with three walnuts and two dates, it was a world of difference.

"Good guy...drinking in a state of war...His Highness is afraid that he will kill someone..." Kaslow wiped the cold sweat on his head. Maybe only dwarves can be so brave. In Lagrand's military discipline, unless Drinking is not allowed before the war to build courage or to celebrate after the war. During the rest of the war, drinking is not allowed without exception. After all, getting drunk and getting into trouble is no joke, and military and national affairs are not something that one person can afford.

"You humans have so many rules! How can the young men under my command have the strength to fight the enemy if they don't drink?"

"Floy! Ouli! Ouyin! Call our boys to assemble! Let's defeat those demons!" Balin said with great energy, waving his battle ax.

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"I wish you a smooth trip and a safe return!" Thorin said with a slight bow as he sent the group outside Erub City.

"Say hello to King Roland for me, and thank him for his willingness to help our family regain the lost land." Thorin bowed deeply to Kaslo.

"I will convey it. I will go and inform my king to prepare." Kasluo nodded and blew the dragon flute. The green Kaldor broke through the void, and the slender and strong dragon body appeared in front of everyone.

"Ang!" Accompanied by a long dragon roar, the wind dragon took Kaslow's figure away.

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"How's the situation?" Roland asked boredly as he sat on a tree stump and trimmed his nails with a dagger, watching Castro fall from the sky.

"Uh... they have already set off..." Thinking of the appearance of the dwarves and his group, Kaslow couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He might as well keep it for His Highness to see. He would not describe it. He was afraid that he would give it to Roland. After Wang described it, Roland took the soldiers back to the city directly.

"Oh my God, these dwarves are so big-hearted!" Roland complained helplessly. He and 600 people had been outside blowing the wind all morning, and the dwarves were finally ready to set off.

"Wait for them...I've been waiting all morning anyway." Ormsk advised, rubbing his stiff neck.

"This is the only way. We can't go back home now, right?" Roland said these words that made him regret it afterwards. If only he had done this in the first place.

"..." Casro glanced at Roland, swallowed his saliva, and finally did not speak.

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"Your Highness, the dwarves are catching up!" Kaslow rode up to Roland and said to Roland.

"Thank God, they are finally here... Do you know how frustrating it was for me to walk this way?" Roland sighed. The group of people walked for a long time and probably didn't go more than 20 miles. Along the way, they were almost at a loss to wait for the dwarves to catch up. It's almost as slow as traveling and sightseeing.

"Okay, let's take a rest where we are and wait for our friends!" Roland waved his hand to signal everyone to stop and take a rest.

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"Oh! God! What is that!" From far away, Roland saw the oak barrel that was as tall as a person (human height!)

"Oh! Dragon God! Are the dwarves going to have a picnic?" Roland was dumbfounded after seeing the dry goods hanging on the spears and shields. Are these "cuties" planning to go out for a meal?

"Oh! King Roland is so happy to see you!" Balin ran over and opened his arms.

"Hey! Balin, I need an explanation!" Roland asked, pointing at the army of dwarves who looked like armed farmers.

"Oh! There is no way, we don't have space rings to store food. As we all know, our dwarf alchemists have almost disappeared. There are not many space storage equipment left. We can't use them to store food in luxury." Balin looked at Looking at the empty hands of Roland and his party, it became clear that they should have packed all their luggage into space equipment. After all, everyone in Rapid City knew about the wise man.

"Then how do you explain those drinks?" Roland said with a dark face. He didn't want the allies to be a bunch of drunks when an accident happened.

"Oh! You also know our situation. It is simply difficult for dwarves to fight without the nourishment of alcohol." Balin shrugged.

"..." Roland was at a loss for words. You really had no choice when meeting a group of guys who were addicted to alcohol and drank like water.

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